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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Sorry it took so long - real life happened. Over to you now @Ross25
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Ruth smiled as she walked over to the table and span the bottle, it landed on me again. I groaned. She winked.
Ruth wasn’t stupid and had spotted the tension and knew Malcolm well enough that she wanted to thwart whatever he had planned, purely for the fun of it. She knew how his mind worked and she’d sensed the interest he had in Sarah, she wandered if Sarah had.
“Time to see what the next dare is.”
Her hand was steady as she reached into the bowl and pulled out a dare, “Oh.”
She looked confused.
“What is it?” I wanted to snatch the paper from her, adrenalin still pumping through my system.
“It’s a long one,” she warned us, “Hide and Seek. When the spinner says so, three of you must shut your eyes. The remaining three must each select a separate room to go to and do so as anonymously as possible. You may only use the two unlocked bedrooms and the bathroom and must not speak until the next person enters the room. You have ten seconds to do this. After ten seconds, the remaining three must select a room each. You then have 10 minutes to do whatever you wish in that room together.”
Shit. My knickers were still in the bathroom. I glanced over at Malcolm, he winked. He’d planned this. I glared at him. I had ten seconds. I could do this. I could get to the bathroom grab my knickers and get out and to the nearby bedroom quicker than Avril. I looked at Ruth, “I think Pete, Sean and Malcolm should shut their eyes first, don’t you?”
She grinned in agreement, but also glanced at Malcolm, noticing him pick up a bag. What was he up to?
Pete grinned and looked towards the nearest bedroom, I nodded. Fuck. I had to get to those knickers and then get in there for him. That bastard Malcolm.
Ruth set her phone alarm and spoke, “Okay, Pete, Sean and Malcolm, shut your eyes starting…now!”
They obeyed and Malcolm counted loudly, “Ten, nine, eight…”
I ran as quickly and quietly as I could to the bathroom, snatched my knickers and ran to the nearby bedroom. Ruth was in there. I frantically gestured, “Swap” but she shook her head, not knowing what was going on.
“…four, three…”
Shit. I glared at her and threw my hands up as she looked at me puzzled. I ran back to the bathroom and considered locking the door.
“…one! Coming ready or not…”
I sighed Pete was going to go to the bedroom. I put the toilet lid down and sat down, wet knickers still in my hand. I put them on the sink, resigned.
When Malcolm opened the door, it was no surprise.
“Well, hello there. Fancy meeting you in here again.”
I tilted my head to one side as he locked the door, “I have no idea what you have planned but well played Malcolm. Still as cunning as ever.”
“Awww don’t be like that. Don’t you remember how much fun it used to be?”
I’d have agreed but I was still annoyed at being outsmarted so easily.
He walked towards me and waved the bag, “I brought nice things.”
Hah. Nice things. Malcolm’s idea of “nice things” had not always been mine, “Look, we both have to agree what we do and I say that I get a shower.”
He stopped, and looked at me, I don’t think my reaction had been part of his plan.
“Don’t you find me attractive any more?” he sat on the side of the bath, bag still in hand.
“Malcolm, it’s not that, it’s that you still play these games and you seem to be up to something.” I had liked his games, and if I were honest, still did. He was one of a small number of people that could outwit me easily.
“I am. I wanted to help you orgasm. I know you can’t easily and so I thought I’d help – if I could. That’s all I’m trying to do…” He held his arms up beseechingly and I felt a twinge of guilt. “Look, I’ll show you what’s in the bag.”
Despite myself I had to look, my curiosity getting the better of me. He reached in and pulled out a condom, a vibrator, a black jelly buttplug and what looked like half of a skipping rope.
I wrinkled my face, “I don’t know Malcolm”
He smiled, “I could see how horny you were and I love making you cum. I absolutely got off on it, you remember?”
I remembered, I also remembered that it took some effort to get me to cum and we only had about 8 minutes left.
“Do you want to orgasm? That’s all I need to know. I still know you well enough, I read your stories, your journal. Will you consent to let me make you cum?”
I looked at him. He was devious, he was utterly perverted, he was attractive and fuck, I really, really did want to cum. That last dare couldn’t have happened at a worse time.
Rolling my eyes (after all, I didn’t want to seem too eager), I nodded and spoke, “Yes Malcolm, I consent to you making me cum – if you can in 8 minutes.”
He grinned and quickly locked the door, “Thank you. I assume your safe word is still RED?”
I nodded, nervousness showing on my face.
“Trust me.”
I swore quietly, that phrase was never a good sign.
He put down one of the fluffy towels and rolled it out on the floor near his bag. He took the knickers off me and put them at the far end of the towel and nonchalantly said, “Piss slut.”
“Pardon?” I was taken aback.
He switched out the light and repeated it, “Piss slut.”
My heart began to beat faster.
“You heard me. Dirty little slut. Bet you had all sorts of thoughts going through your head earlier. Wished you were being tied up and bent over and fucked by us all?”
I blushed as my hand reached down to my clit in the darkness, “No.”
His hand found my hair and pulled my head back as his disembodied voice continued, “Yes, you did. You want to be fucked by all of us. Tell me what you are.”
Automatically I replied, “I’m a dirty little slut sir.”
Just saying it got me wetter and the more ashamed I felt, the more turned on I got.
“On your knees.”
I was grateful for the towel as I dropped to my knees.
I was grateful for the darkness which hid my blushes and the look of pleasure that rolled across my face as I confessed my desires.
“Open”
He pushed his cock into my open mouth, no doubts that I would obey. He knew what this would do to me and stood still.
“Reach for the vibrator and put it on your clit.”
“Mmmf fmmm” He groaned as muffled I went onto autopilot.
The vibrator was strong and my thighs began to tremble as I clamped it tight.
This seemed to be what he was waiting for as he grabbed my head and began to face-fuck me. He wasn’t gentle, his fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me down until he heard me gag. Slowly at first and then getting faster and faster, stopping to let me breathe, stopping when the retching noises began. All the while reminding me what a dirty slut I was and how much I was getting off on this. And…I was. The humiliation as I could feel my own juices dripping down my legs, only his cock stifling my cries.
He pulled out with a groan, his own arousal evident in his voice, “On the floor, on your front with the vibe - now.”
I dropped, my hands between my thighs as I started to thrust my hips backwards and forwards. My panting loud in the quiet bathroom.
The first snap stung, then a second, then a third, “Ow!!!”
“Keep wanking.”
He kept up a steady rhythm, somehow still managing to hit my bottom with what I assumed was the half of skipping rope in the bag. The pain drove the pleasure higher but I was relieved when it stopped, focussing my mind on my breathing, feeling the orgasm finally start to build until his words distracted me.
“You’re a good cocksucker, bet you haven’t sucked cock as you wank. Needing to be writhing on the floor like that. If you don’t cum, I’m going to fuck your throat until you throw up and then I’m going to cum in your mouth and make you swallow it.”
I cried out in pleasure at the images running through my head, even as my mind rebelled,” No...I…aaaahhhh”
“Yes, yes you will because you can’t cum can you. You can’t cum without something in your mouth.”
I shook my head, wanting to tell him, no, just shut up and I can cum, just let me concentrate. Then I felt the butt plug slide into my mouth.
“Keep it there. Felt a bit damp did it. Felt like it might have been used recently?”
I nearly retched and tried to push it out but he pushed it back in, “Keep it deep you dirty cumslut because when it comes out, my cock goes in deep.”
I cried out in pleasure as his words aroused the perversions in me, knowing I wouldn’t be long now.
I could hear him wanking and feel the size of the buttplug in my mouth as I panted around it, the vibe making me shake. Imagining myself there on the floor, dripping wet and bruised and loving every second of it as he ordered me to wank. Dirty slut. Dirty slut. The words over and over in my head as the vibe tormented me, pushing me to the peak, struggling to breathe until…until…I screamed loudly as orgasm shook my body, the plug pushed out and my legs shaking as I rolled onto my back. Ohfuckinghellohfuck!
I tried to catch my breath and didn’t hear the condom wrapper tear, or resist as he rolled me back onto my front, “Vibe on clit now.”
I struggled to obey, but I did, knocking it down to a lower intensity but still shaking as it touched my clit, burning torture. He lifted up my hips, slid easily into me and began to fuck me, one hand pushing my head down into the floor, using me for his own pleasure. I couldn’t orgasm again like this and he knew it as he fucked me hard, pulling my legs back together as the vibe threatened to slip. I couldn’t stay quiet as my cries and screams filled the bathroom until I heard him groan loudly and thrust hard once then twice and collapse onto me. His weight trapping me as the vibe continued its torment.
“Please, please, please, please”
He stayed there.
“Not till you cum again slut.”
“No. No. No…” but even as I protested, I didn’t use my safeword and he continued to call me names, his fingers in my mouth, smelling of sex and I came again, screaming and bucking so hard I threw him off.
He landed with a thud and began to laugh, “Oh Sarah, you cum so fucking hard. It’s amazing. I love it.”
I managed to push the vibrator away, unable to find the power of speech as we lay side by side. Me shaking with arousal and exhaustion, him feeling the rush of power and that doziness that made him want to curl up and sleep.
When the knock on the door sounded, we jumped.
“Hey, you two. Ten minutes are up. Time to come out.”
I giggled inanely. Malcolm replied, “She can’t speak or walk just yet. Put the kettle on and give us another 5 minutes. Poor thing’s just had an orgasm.”
On cue I moaned in shame as my groin tensed in arousal.
I heard giggles and didn’t care.
Two orgasms.
That was good.
I drifted, brought back as he warned me, “I need to turn the light back on, cover your eyes.”
It was bright but as I adjusted, I saw him red faced and sweating, sat next to me, “Hello there.”
I grinned.
“Enjoy that?”
I nodded, a stupidly huge puppy grin on my face.
“Good. I missed that. Knew I’d need to get you all wound up to do this. So glad the dares fell the way they did.”
He leaned down, stroked my face and we kissed with the affection of two old lovers - comfortable, familiar and safe.
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
We laughed and he helped me slowly sit up now I could speak again and we hugged.
“Still worried about what I’m up to?”
I glanced at him askance, “Always Malcolm, always.”
He grinned, “Jolly good. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”
Slowly we dressed and he put his arm around me as I staggered out, unsure of the reception we would find. Curious about what the others had been up to in those ten minutes – and if my screams had been heard outside those tiled walls. |
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